Ron and Charlie were in the middle of a game of Wizard’s Chess when Ginny dropped the bomb on everyone. The redhead pretty much stiffened instantly; frozen in his seat, looking down at the board as he took in the news. The first emotion that came to mind was definitely anger and it burned raw through his blood and organs. He knew the two of em were having sex (which was a sore subject for many reasons. One, she was his little sister and two, Ron himself wasn’t getting any so he figured no one else should be) but he assumed they had the brains to be having safe sex. Like, it’s not like they are muggles or anything, all they had to do was one little spell and there was nothing to worry about. But apparently, his sister and his best mate were too busy being all over one and other like wild animals to even be bothered with it.
The first movement he made was a clench of his fist, hard. To the point that his nails had drew a bit of blood from the inside of his palm. He only got angrier as time went on and people started to congratulate Ginny, especially when Hermione did so. He didn’t say anything though, didn’t even try to make a scene. He had learned to control his temper at least to that point so instead of jumping up and yelling till he was red in the face, he simply leaned back in his chair and took steady breathes while letting the fire in his stomach build and build with each comment. His blue eyes never left the chess board, he refused to look over at her; his face was almost set in stone.